John, all tied up

As you regain consciousness, you realize your ass is facing up and your genitals are exposed to the air and they feel like they have something around them. You groan and try to sit up and right yourself, attempting to move your arms to do so. You can’t. Furthermore you begin to realize that you were drooling on this hard surface. You look down at your body, as best as you can anyway, and see that you are wearing a leather jacket, a straitjacket, you come to the conclusion.

You also realize that you aren’t gagged and can shake your bonds a little bit. You call for help, but no one answers. This was a bit strange. The last thing you remember was meeting your Dominatrix, Mistress Lucretia, a German done with as you usually do for the weekends. This time was special though. You could spend a few more days with her because your company had announced a few days of vacation while the offices were renovated, when combined with the weekends and federal holiday, meant nearly a free week of paid time off. The last thing you remember was being in her pale arms and dozing off.

You stir yourself from your reverie, and call out again as well as struggling in your restraints for help, which begins pumping adrenaline into your body, giving you energy and shaking off the grogginess. You soon hear heels clacking on the hard white tile floor of this room as someone comes towards you from the back.